There was a suggestion when my brother was born that he be named traditionally. That is, as the first born son, named after the father's father which would've made him Cosmas Cosmas. Not to put too fine a point on it, Dad thought that was a bit of overkill in the Cosmas department. So another option was sought.
He was eventually named after my Aunty Ethel's husband, Hector (not to be confused with Dad's childhood dog, who was also Hector). The human Hectors were differentiated in the family as Big Hec and Little Hec. And so they were.
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When we watched Romper Room in the '70s, Hec always bemoaned the lack of Hectors amongst the abundant Jameses, Johns, Judys, Janes, Katies, Rachels, Rebeccas and yes, even the occasional Sophie in Miss Helena's Magic Mirror. It was the first grave injustice of his life.
|Miss Helena and the Magic Mirror on Romper Room|
In fact, the only time Hector was ever represented in popular culture was in the form of "Hector the Road Safety Cat", who even in his prime, had a particularly, unfriendly, uncatlike voice and was very, very daggy.
|Hector the Cat|
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Despite this, in fact, because of its rarity, Hector eventually grew very fond of his name: a noble prince, bravest Trojan warrior and favourite of his totem Apollo. Not to mention (although I am) an instantly recognisable, one-namer: in the club with Madonna, Elvis, Cher, Sting, Bono, Twiggy, Liberace, Prince, Oprah...
And there he was also a contradiction, because unlike what his name has come to mean in contemporary terms, he was the person least likely ever to hector, badger or bully. Instead, blessed with extraordinary wit and skill, he'd just scratch the very top of his tilted head with his middle finger and the diplomatic way forward would simply come to him... La!*
July 3, 1966 – March 8, 2012
*For example, as my companion at a raucous Hunters and Collectors gig in 1987 (was there any other kind?) where I was being buffeted quite violently, rather than telling a giant meat–axe he was standing on me and to back off and give me room, Hec very gently explained to the drunken giant that it was I who was standing UNDER his foot and would he please oblige by shifting ever so slightly so I could get myself out of his way? And perhaps, as I was short, could I stand in front so I didn't bother him again. And before you knew it, Hec was cracking jokes and making new friends. And the M'Axes then protected us from the rest of the crowd for the remainder of the gig and bought me drinks, so I had a nice time. Finesse. That's what that was. But it wasn't a con. Hec was sincere. He knew how to reach people. And he did.